Lucie & Matteo | WRU series | Book 2
I have loved and I have lost
Pain touched my skin like a shadow
Wrapped itself around my chest
And slowly nestled itself inside my heart
It's the shadow that knows best
Because I have loved and I have lost
You b...
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He's sitting there in the driver's seat of his car in the parking lot of my apartment complex. He's handsome. I'm sure he has lots of experience. It sure as hell felt like he has lots of experience. Not in a bad way. In a good way. In a way that means I can still feel my lips tingling from our kiss.
He's the perfect candidate to try out the no-strings-attached ordeal. It's what Brooke said after I whispered in her ear what happened in the back alley of Reynolds. Her advice was as follows: take him home and have fun. The plan sounded easy peasy lemon squeezy.
Until she orchestrated that August would stay the night with Colin and she'd go to a party so I'd have the apartment to myself. Until she lied about not being able to drive me home and suggested Matteo could drop me off. Until he drove me home after dropping off Dani at the nursing home. Until he parked outside of my apartment building and is currently waiting for me to get out of his car.
I have to say something. Do something. Be smooth. Casual. Sexy? Seductive? How does one broach the subject of a one-night stand?
"Do you want to come up?" I want it to sound casual, but I'm sure he can sense the panic in my voice.
"I think it's best if I go home." I shouldn't be surprised he's blowing me off. I've been babbling the whole car ride to the extent I'm sure he was only being polite by not telling me to shut up. The thought of throwing me out of his car probably passed his mind more than once during my monologue about the most ridiculous topics that crossed my mind. I even told him about the three hamsters I killed in high school. I didn't actually kill them but they did die quite unfortunately. One died of shock when I took a picture of it. Yes, I forgot to turn off the flash. One jumped off of my balcony and the last one electrocuted himself when it decided that chewing on the TV wires was a wonderful idea.
The point is that I'm not surprised I scared him off.
"Do you regret it? Kissing me?" The questions slip out before I can stop them. "I mean- it's just- Does you not wanting to come up mean 'let's never talk about it again' or did I do something wrong or-?" The second the words leave my mouth I want to take them back because they do not only sound clingy, they are definitely way too direct. "I mean, if you never want to talk about it again that's fine by me. I can delete the memory. I'm not a great actor, I tried drama club and was terrible, but I can be cool about it. Casual. Chillax."
I mentally facepalm myself.
Chillax? Did I seriously suggest we could be chillax?
Son of a nutcracker, I wish I could ducktape my mouth shut.
"I don't regret kissing you." He lets his statement sit there for a few seconds as if he too has to reiterate the words in his head. "It's just that I'm not looking for anything serious."
"Me neither. I don't want-" I bite my tongue to prevent myself from rambling my inner thoughts. From sharing every terrible dating situation I've been in that led to me being done with it. I want easy. I want not complicated. I want another one of Matteo's kisses. I want more than just his kisses. I want that drunken feeling caused by his hands on my body and his lips on mine. I want him to soothe the fire he sparked within me when he grazed my skin and pumped my blood with anticipation. "I want to invite you up." The sentence is loaded with every single one of my desires and I don't try to hide them as he inspects my face, looking for the truth behind my words.
